Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.